Alyssa heard his husky words and felt the thrill of them deep inside of her. Before she could respond, though she had no idea what sort of response she would make, he was kissing her. He kissed her as if he couldn't get enough, as if he were starving and she was his last meal. His mouth moved with intimate design, long drugging kisses that stirred her senses, making her toes curl in their small satin slippers.
His hand rose, cupping her breast, his fingers gently urgent on her taut nipple. Alyssa gasped into his mouth as his thumb brushed the pebbled pink tip with fiery insistence. Her back arched, pressing her flesh into his hand, little mewling whimpers lost in the heat of his mouth.
His eyes glittered in the moonlight as he looked around at where they were. Holding her to him with one strong arm, he turned the horse's head, guiding him in the direction of a small barn close to the outskirts of London, one he knew was deserted.
Before they arrived, a strange wind rose, whipping around the horse, fluttering Alyssa's shift and making her shiver as it caressed her bare skin with icy fingers. The moon hid its face behind a dark curtain of clouds and the first sound of thunder rumbled fiercely.
A splat of rain landed on Alyssa's shoulder, and then another. Soon, it was coming down steadily. Jason leaned over her, trying to protect her from the worst of it. He slipped the hat he'd stolen from the highwayman off his head and put it on hers, tugging it down so that it wouldn't fall off.
"Hang on," he said, kicking his horse into a trot as he saw the dim outline of the barn up ahead of them. They were both soaked by the time they reached it and Alyssa was shivering violently. Jason jumped down, pulling open the doors of the old barn and leading his horse inside and out of the biting sting of the rain, Alyssa still atop him. As soon as he stopped, he looped the reins over an iron ring in the side of the barn and went to Alyssa, reaching up and lifting her down.
Alyssa fell into his arms with an eagerness that made him groan. She was shivering, the thin shift plastered to her body, every curve showing in the most intimate of detail. She blushed, feeling her fair skin redden. She could only be glad that it wasn't light enough in that barn for him to see her.
"You're going to catch your death if you don't get warm," he muttered, using his hands to rub her arms. He stepped back, unbuttoning his coat and dropping the wet garment to the floor before taking off his reasonably dry shirt. "It won't cover much but it's dry."
"Turn around?" she asked. He smiled at her shyness and turned his back, feeling her drape his shirt across his shoulder while she pulled the ripped shift from her body.
The material slipped off his shoulder as she grabbed it, pulling it on and buttoning the front, the fabric warm and smelling of him. "A...All right," she said, her teeth chattering. "I...I can't believe you're not cold."
"I am cold, it's just not manly to shake and shiver. I'm trying to impress you," he said, smiling at her surprised snort of laughter.
"C..con..sider me im..impressed," she shivered. "Even m...more so if y... you could teach m...me how to do that."
He stepped closer, staring at her in the white of his shirt, the hem touching her slender thighs, her hands covered by the length of his sleeve. It was an erotic and sensual sight; long, pale legs curving sleekly from under his shirt, her body draped in the soft linen fabric. "If I'd had problems with the cold before, seeing you in my shirt would surely warm me up," he said huskily, stepping nearer until she could feel the heat of his body.
She looked up into his masked face, her lips parted. His words made her body sing with pleasure. "Will you tell me now who you are?" she asked softly as his arms went around her, drawing her to his naked chest.
"I am an avid admirer, Alyssa. I am only one of hundreds who would give their soul for one of your smiles." His fingers ran over her cheek, tracing her lips with just the tips of two fingers.
Alyssa opened her mouth, her tongue coming out to tease his fingers, drawing one in to nip at. His groan was her reward, encouraging her to do more, to softly suck upon that long digit.
"You are a vixen," he hissed, what she was doing with her mouth sending blood rushing to his already straining cock. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
She hummed her agreement, nipping sharply at the tip of his finger. "You saved me," she breathed as his mouth slowly descended towards her waiting lips. "In some cultures, my life now belongs to you." She rose on tip toe, anxious for the heat of him, for the sensations he roused in her slender form.
Lips met, twisted, fought and acquiesced, her mouth surrendering to his more worldly knowledge of the intimacies of a kiss. Her tongue swept against his, determined that he feel the same sweeping heat she did.
Jason tore his mouth away, lifting her hands, placing them on his chest. "Touch me," he ordered, groaning as her mouth sought his again while she did as she was commanded. Her soft palms sent sparks to gather in his stomach, making his blood run hot, pulsing into his groin. She slid them slowly up his chest, tracing every smooth line, her fingers exploring his hard male nipples with a fascination that threatened his sanity.
His hands also wandered, sliding over her shoulders and slipping down her back. She gasped into his mouth as his large hands cupped the firm curves of her bottom over his shirt. He squeezed those wonderfully resilient curves before fisting the shirt in his hand and pulling it up, his hands finding warm, soft flesh.
"You feel so good," he groaned, tearing his mouth from hers and burying his face in the heaven of her neck. The perfume that had invaded his senses earlier rose to him, and he inhaled greedily, his mind reeling. His lips found her throat, his teeth nipping with sensuous intent, his hands rising on her skin to pull the shirt she wore up her body.
He stole a moment to glance about the barn, finding what he wanted in a small stall in the corner.
A bed of hay had been laid, as if the owner had been preparing for a horse which never arrived. It was still sweet smelling and clean and he bent to pick up his jacket before cradling her easily in his arms.
Alyssa's mind whirled with the strange but exquisite sensations coiling through her, so much more intense than what her own hands had been able to give her. She moaned as he picked her up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mouth sought his skin, nipping as he had her, sucking lightly on his flesh, tasting the erotic flavor of him upon her tongue.
She gasped as he dropped, falling to his back in the wide pile of hay, holding her above him so she fell onto his chest. Her legs splayed, straddling his hips, the shirt riding up until it was caught between their stomachs, leaving her lower half exposed to the chill air and the warmth of his hands.
She stared at him for a moment, her mind swimming with new sensations, even as his fingers started drawing swirling patterns on the back of her thighs. His eyes were sparkling, but in the shadow of the mask and the dark of the barn, she couldn't see their color. His hair was dark, silky soft against her fingers. He smelled of sandalwood and horse flesh, leather and the rain that was still falling around their secret haven, a scent she knew she'd never forget. "What is your name?" she whispered huskily, her fingers tracing over his lips.
"Ja...mie, my name is Jamie," he whispered back, wincing inwardly as he almost gave her his real given name, watching her face in the dim light.
"Jamie," she said as if trying the name to see how it tasted upon her lips. "Have we met before tonight, Jamie?"
He laughed, watching as her eyes closed, savoring the pleasure he was giving her as his fingers brushed the skin of her bottom, slipping over those luscious globes only to slide back down and press between. "Yes," he admitted finally, enjoying the way she worried her bottom lip, as if she knew she should stop him. "You wouldn't remember my poor face," he sighed. "I was just one amongst the milling throng of men desperate for your attention.
Alyssa was quickly losing control of her thoughts even though she wanted to continue, to finally find out who he was. His fingers teased, caressing between her spread thighs and touching the swollen lips of her sex. They felt heavenly, much better than her own as they slid into her wetness.
"Oh," she moaned, "that feels so...good." She tried to concentrate, wanting to ask him more. Jason, knowing what she was about, doubled his efforts to drive her beyond thought. He lifted her suddenly, pulling the shirt over her head effortlessly. He tossed it aside and his hands fell to her waist to hold her in place. A scattering of pins rained around her as the passage of the shirt finally freed her curls from their confinement. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, crimson silk to frame pale skin.
His eyes roamed over her slender body, the globes of her breasts with their turgid pink nipples, the taut lines of her stomach to the gentle flare of her hips and triangle of red fur that covered the mound of her sex. She was beautiful, with long legs that curled under her, slender arms and sleek skin that was as pale as cream. His hands looked dark resting on her waist, a contrast pleasing to his eyes. He slipped his hand up her fair skin, engulfing her breast; her taut nipple peeked out from between two of his fingers.
"You are so incredibly exquisite," he groaned, pulling her down so he could find that plump tip with his lips.
